Warhammer 40 A New Hope

I sacrificed the Professor as the last person, and used the Iron Throne to build a new axis, allowing the entire world to revolve around this new axis. I succeeded!

The Iron Throne will project the user's mental impression into the real world. My already crazy and twisted mind will naturally bring madness and destruction to the world...

The fanatics who burned the city and set everything on fire, shouting the end of the world; the nobles who had nowhere to escape and started a lavish banquet, and finally "reaped the fruits of their own labor"; the army who was swallowed by the forest and finally assimilated by it; and the fishermen who were controlled and captured by the fishmen... I don't care!

I did it! I cracked the Iron Throne, and I was the first! This is my achievement! Unique!

I was right! The Professor was wrong! I was the one who was destined to be there! Everyone else was just a failure - that's how it should be...

Who are they... What do they... do?

"Oh, guys, come and have a look." Gibbs said jokingly, looking at the [Subject] kneeling on the ground. "Someone is welcoming us."

The 'I' who built the strange 'new axis' fell under the artillery fire of technology. Even though he had extraordinary power and caused a series of terrible consequences, he has now suffered heavy damage.

At first, he wanted to use the power he had gained to cover the entire mountain, to illustrate that no matter how hard humans tried and how much progress they made, they could not match the power of the Iron Throne, and then...

The increasing number of artillery fire, the longer and longer uninterrupted firing time and the outrageous power of the shells forced him to narrow the scope of his defense from protecting all his men to only protecting the area around himself.

The last dwarven rune shell completely shattered his defenses and his arrogance, making him understand the power of humans and technology.

The abdomen, which looked like intestines with a human face, was now flowing with blood and unknown acidic liquid. The large eyeballs on the chest were also pierced with several pieces of shells. The throne and human figure that served as the head were still strong.

"If it weren't for... if it weren't for those people, how could you mortals be my enemy!" said the human figure at the head.

"Maybe." Crusader Reynard said, holding the power sword and looking at the giant in front of him. "But in fact, you lost..."

"You lost to the humans you looked down upon, and you lost to us!"

"Don't be too arrogant!"

The symbol of the [Iron Crown] appeared behind its head, and the fallen giant stood up again.

"Even if I am like this, I am still not a match for you losers!" I roared loudly while sitting on the throne. "The power of the Iron Throne is beyond your imagination!"

"Witness immortality, witness your failure! Mortals!"

Although the monster in front of him had no mouth, it let out a terrifying roar, and an invisible wind pressure swept over.

call out--!

However, the next second, accompanied by a flash of blue line, a hole appeared on the head of the [main body].

"This time, I didn't miss." [Musketeer] Aramis said, holding the gradually dimming railgun. "The bigger you are, the more obvious your target will be."

"You damn..."

"For humanity! Charge!"

Holding a power sword, Leonard charged towards the giant in front of him. The weapon in his hand easily cut the flesh on the opponent's leg. With his renewed force, the leg was directly cut off.

[Main body] His tall body tilted for a moment, and his severed leg began to heal slowly, allowing him to stabilize his body, but then several explosive shells exploded around the wound.

"Destroy that leg!"

Reynard slashed through the spindly leg once more before several more explosive bombs exploded on it, completely severing it and causing it to kneel on the ground.

Ouch--vomit!

The human intestines let out a wailing sound at this time, and then vomited out a large pool of corrosive liquid, forcing the person under him to stay away from him.

[Main body] At this time, the deformed hands also began to attack the surrounding enemies as if swatting flies.

puff!

However, [Leper] Baldwin rushed to the [Main Body] despite the spraying acid and the falling giant hand, and nailed one of the hands to the ground with the power sword in his hand. Reynard followed closely and nailed the other hand as well.

The [Iron Throne] at the head emitted light again, and the corpses of the fallen monsters around it began to wriggle, but the next second, they were engulfed by the scorching promethium flames.

"For the God-Emperor! Hahahaha--!" The [Fanatical Follower] who had fallen into madness swung the flamethrower in his hand, burning everything on the ground, leaving them no chance of resurrection.

"How dare you... disobey me!" With my roar, the blasphemous taboo knowledge became real and attacked these heroes. "Witness! My scholarship! My research! My power!"

bite--

A soft golden light appeared on the heroes at this moment, blocking the blasphemous and forbidden knowledge from their bodies and also burning the flesh and blood of the [Subject].

“Ah ...

Incomprehensible, unrecognizable, and unwatchable, it was even more shocking than the first time he saw the Iron Throne, and it negated his worldview.

"How is this possible?! How could this happen?!" I, who was sitting on top of the giant deformed creature, twisted and howled in disbelief on the throne. "I am the chosen one! The Iron Throne is everything. This power... is impossible..."

It was denied. The power from another world denied the Iron Throne, denied that only by giving up one's human identity could one gain power and knowledge, and denied everything about me.

The heroes would not miss this good opportunity. When the [Subject] went crazy, they launched attacks one after another, cutting off its flesh and blood and weakening its power.

"Suffer death! Evil!"

The power sword in Reynard's hand pierced my chest, but at this moment, I still couldn't take my eyes off the golden light.

"My research...my efforts...my sacrifices..."

"What on earth is this..."

616. Conversation about God

"If they can all be called gods, why is this (Darkest Dungeon) so weird?"

[Main body] The deformed corpse that had not been completely dissolved was carried out of the portal, surrounded by several nuns wearing power armor and devout members of the state religion.

"I doubt the possibility of this thing being able to be researched into anything useful..."

Although Zhang Yi thought so, the oil men and Mechanicus tomb priests who were waiting to be studied were obviously not picky, and they were all ready to sharpen their knives.

"But then again, the existence of the Subject affects human thinking and emotions, and these effects disappear after he disappears. This is somewhat similar to the Four Gods of the Subspace... I think we can still figure out something."

Suddenly, the tangled mass of intestines with human faces on the body of the [Subject] that was previously judged to be dead suddenly began to twist, and acidic liquid began to drip.

The surrounding battle nuns and adherents of the state religion immediately became alert, but the next second they were pushed away by the oil man and tomb technician with glowing eyes.

"It's alive! He's still alive!"

"No one can compete with me!"

"Get out of the way! Have you ever studied God? We are the ones who should handle this!"

The enthusiastic researchers paused for a moment, and then Zhang Yi saw from their faces... regret?

(Why should I move?!)

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Warhammer World - Unknown Planet

The cross-border portal, which was not very large originally, has now expanded to a considerable size. Huge factories stand on the surface of the planet, and countless pipes are connected to the huge portal.

"Turn on the safety, input energy, and light the incense burner."

"The choir begins to sing, smearing the machine oil to please the machine spirits."

"..."

The extremely rare Argentinian engineers standing nearby looked at the Mechanicus priests who had come again and didn't know what to say.

They are superstitious... But sometimes it does work. But if you say it is effective, sometimes it really has no effect.

The people of Yajin, who had experienced many ups and downs, chose to ignore this behavior. After all, there was no harm in it. They just had to do their own job well.

A huge amount of energy was injected into the portal. The hollow round gate began to flash blue electric light and the ground began to tremble.

"The stability is still not good enough, and the energy utilization rate is also slightly poor."

"Their technology and habits, let's see if they can be used."

"Inject energy steadily, input the teleportation coordinates, and begin the 17th cross-border teleportation test."

Buzz－－!

A huge buzzing sound was heard, and the vibration became more and more obvious. Soon after, a stable golden portal appeared in the circular doorway.

"The portal is operating normally. Estimated duration: 5 minutes."

"Send test subjects into it."

The slave in protective clothing walked to the portal under the guard of several Star Army soldiers. After a little hesitation, he walked into the portal.

． ． ． A few minutes later ． ． ．

“Ahhhh—!”

The ordinary protective suit on his body had turned black, and the tester screamed and rolled out of the portal, wailing on the ground.

The people around seemed to have long been accustomed to this situation, and after those interstellar soldiers sprayed some cooling potions on his body, several Mechanicus priests came up.

"The ordinary protective clothing he was wearing was melted, and he suffered moderate burns all over his body."

"It's missing a few fingers, toes and an eye, but overall it's pretty complete."

"The pupils are dilated and irritated, but the mental state is normal."

"...Is this how you usually do research?"

At this moment, a voice came from the portal that had not yet been closed. Everyone immediately became alert and looked in the direction of the portal.

"I won't talk about the problem with your research method, it's normal here." Zhang Yi walked out of the portal unscathed, and said in front of everyone's shocked eyes. "But why did you treat me as the teleportation coordinate?"

. . . . . .

God of War World

The potion made from the bridge keeper's heart successfully stabilized Atreus's runaway divine power and brought him back to life.

But Freya also warned Kratos again that this was only temporary. If Atreus was not allowed to use her divine power, it would only be a matter of time before he exploded again.

"Well... why did I come in?" Leman Russ, who was standing at the door, held Mimir's head and murmured as he watched Kratos and Freya discuss how to be parents. "Are you embarrassed?"

"To be honest, a little bit." Mimir replied. "After all, we don't have any children."

"This reminds me of my dad. If he had half the patience of these two guys, my brothers wouldn't have ended up like that."

"You have another brother? The one called Magnus?"

"Yes, for some reason, I demolished his house, and now he hates me."

"Why? Why did you tear down his house?"

"For very complicated reasons, it has something to do with those evil gods."

"So, you are a god too?" At this time, Atreus woke up, and after talking to Kratos for a few words, he looked at Leman Russ.

"No," Leman Russ replied.

"But you..."

“There’s no saying that only God can do something, right?”

Atreus, who had just woken up, was still a little confused. He looked at his father and Freya. Kratos' expression softened a little, but still looked serious, while Freya shook her head slightly, indicating that she didn't know what Leman Russ was.

"Thank you for your help." Kratos thanked Freya, then looked at Atreus. "Can we go?"

"no problem."

Kratos and Atreus walked out of Freya's hut, and Leman Russ also came out carrying Mimir's head.

"Are you a god?" Kratos walked up to Leman Russ, took Mimir's head and asked.

"No." Leman Russ answered again.

"... Then what are you?"

"Can I be anything other than God?" Leman Russ said. "And as I said before, how do you define God?"

"I have a brother who went crazy once because of this."

"..."

Kratos remained silent. If it were him in the past, he would never argue with others about this. He would just stick to his own judgment and then tear the other person's hands apart. But now...

"Let's go, Atreus."

. . . . . .

Kratos confessed his identity to his children, his identity as a god, his identity as an outsider, but that was all.

Kratos today still hasn't been able to reconcile with his past self, and he can't confess his bloody past to his children.